Subject: RE: Weekly beer run, social interaction
To: 'Roland Dowdeswell' <email@example.com>
From: Lindgren, Jon <Jon.Lindgren@gs.com>
Date: 08/18/2003 16:30:27
> You just _have_ to give us their phone numbers so that we can invite
> them to sit at the table next to us at dba some night when you are
> planning to show up...
Oh, they'll be there. They're always around, lurking in the shadows,
waiting to pounce on me. My only escape is wandering near a candy store, or
walking through the bedding section of Bed, Bath & Beyond.
On a "healthier" note, I have to go to a baseball game tonight. Yippee.
Thousands of screaming dorks, expensive crappy hot dogs. What a night.
And, since I'm in the bleachers, there's no beer to drown my sorrows in.
Damn, what did I do to deserve this torture?